The bullet slammed violently into her chest cavity.
Even though she wore a bulletproof vest, the force was extremely heavy.
Becca Reyes subconsciously clutched her chest.
As the red smoke rose, she looked up at the man standing before her.
The shot that hit her was a sniper bullet, yet the man in front of her remained motionless, not even in a posture to draw his gun.
That shot, naturally, was not fired by him, but by the sniper hidden behind him.
"You..."
Just as she opened her mouth, Becca Reyes furrowed her brows, wanting to ask something, but realizing she had too many questions and didn't know where to begin.
Where did this guy come from?
He treated the exercise as a game, casually participating, yet he had professional sniper backup.
Her gaze shifted slightly, and Becca Reyes saw his epaulettes, caught off guard once again.
One bar and three stars.
A captain!
He looked to be just twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
